The Bridge

Ah, I can see it already… A hero walking through the dark forest, frightened out of his wits for someone is stalking him. He hears something behind him so he spins around, only to meet face to face with the fat end of a club.He wakes some time later, but it doesn’t seem to be home. The world around him so unusual, but he knows it’s real. He can taste and smell the contaminated air. He can feel the hot breeze as it wisps by. It is real…This hero soon sees a bridge nearby and starts walking towards it, but he’s so distracted by the green sky, pink sun, water falling from the above, and the fluttering little shapes that he doesn’t realize as he steps up, ‘Munch, munch, crunch, munch!’ ):o)

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A darker poem about a girl who is being possessed by a group of spirits. Inspired by my own way of life, the occurences that have overcome me, and a friend of mine. And yes, i know what you're thinking, and no, I don't.